Mothers and Daughters Page #3

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your way into bankruptcy

and we are going to have

to go and live, you know,

with your grandma

in Newark.

Would you please stop

worrying so much?

I'm sure we're going to

get a call from the loan

guy really soon.

Be able to set up that

nice little space in SoHo

-we talked about.

-Who are we kidding?

You are a straight guy who

wants to sell pastries

in Lower Manhattan?

That doesn't exactly

sound like a slam dunk.

And meanwhile, we're

almost all the way through

our savings and you're

creating new recipes?

I hardly think a few

hundred dollars worth of

truffle oil is going to

put us over the edge.

Well that's the point!

It's not just a few

hundred dollars.

It's a few hundred dollars

over and over and over again.

I can understand why

you're nervous.

You don't understand!

Because I am the person

who has to work an actual

job while you get to just

smell and taste your way

into this fantasy world.

You know this wasn't

exactly what I was expecting

when I stormed out of my

parents' house to be with you.

I wanted to stay that

vibrant, irreverent person.

And now I'm policing

your groceries?

I mean God damn it, Kevin,

I really want to start our

adult life together, and

you just made me into the

person who has to

clean everything up.

[humming idly]

Rigby!

Quinn.

-Hey.

-Hi.

What's all this?

Uh, the Vinyl Towers.

It's a set I built for you.

Oh, you're a carpenter, too?

Well, lucky for us then.

What the hell is it?

Well, it was from an

interview that I read of yours,

where you said you related more

to the golden age of rock.

You know, '60s,

'70s vinyl.

More analog than digital.

So it's kind of throwback,

but all you.

-Alright.

-Okay.

Come on.

[rock music]

Thank you.

[laughs]

Head down.

Turn to the left.

[both laughing]

She ain't walking to the city,

to the city for somehow

Good!

Yes!

Wait!

[laughs]

Give me fire,

give me water

Good. Yes!

Hey, Becca, where are you?

I know you're

confused and hurt.

And I am too.

I'm here.

I know it makes you feel good,

but you do know that weed

is a carcinogen, right?

Hey, cool, 'cause that's what

what worries me most right now.

Thanks.

Don't you hate smelling like a

frat house when you go to work?

Sorry you have to see me

lower myself to stoner status.

There's a picture of you on

Quinn's site from the concert.

You should check it out,

you look pretty cool.

Please do not

post that to Facebook.

I will never hear the end

of it from my mother.

Too late.

Your parents probably have

your apartment wired with

hidden cameras anyway.

She's going to lose your

mind when she finds out

where you're working.

Please.

She would never be caught

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